Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 297 Children shouldn't speak loudly

Petyr's face turned pale in an instant; he didn't know why he had received such a judgment. His wisdom told him that he had to make amends immediately, and the best way was to kneel down, not argue, and use his piety and repentance to earn a second glance from the gods of this world.

But he didn't want to do that; he didn't want to be so passive. He preferred to use his own hands to change the current situation.

"Is there some misunderstanding...?" he uttered in a humble tone.

However, the next moment, the declaration from the divine incarnation resounded throughout the city.

"Petty Baelish. You manipulated Lysa Tully into poisoning her husband, the former Hand of the Kingdom. You then had her write to Catelyn Tully, falsely accusing Queen Cersei of poisoning him. And when you brought Eddard Stark to King's Landing and stirred up a political storm, you chose to betray him. Only in this way could you maximize your own interests amidst the chaos."

“I don’t really care about your squabbles, but I don’t like chaos, I don’t like death. And you are the one who creates chaos. Apart from the queen who murdered the king, no one disgusts me more than you.”

Inside the palace, the noble empress, accused of regicide, screamed hysterically. She hurled insults and profanities at the holy figure she dared not call by name.

“Liar! Lies! He’s lying!” she cried out, but no one answered her. Even her most trusted confidants, who had once been most respectful, now remained silent about her actions; alienation and avoidance permeated the entire palace.

"He has no evidence!" The Queen's hair came loose as she let out a final roar of impotent rage.

Ah, that's right. He has no evidence.

But why would He need evidence?
Even though all of Westeros knows that this great divine incarnation's favorite phrase is "I am not a god," this does not prevent Him from wielding a power that is only recorded in mythology... no, even in mythology, it is difficult to find such a great power!
Overwhelming forces, transforming the world, and causing all things to change and evolve. The one who possesses this power is God, whether He acknowledges or not His position.

Therefore, this is the result, and the answer. The word of God is stronger than any other evidence.

He stepped over the little finger, letting the future duke collapse to the ground. His manner remained that of a passerby, so he wouldn't kill him.

But some people could see that more than one hateful gaze was already pointed at Littlefinger in the crowd. And when they made their move, no one would come to his aid.

His fate was sealed.

And nothing will change.

No one could save him except Wu Chen who took action to correct the situation.

At this moment, Wu Chen's gaze no longer fell on the direction of Little Finger.

He walked into the city.

When he entered King's Landing, he saw thousands upon thousands of city dwellers kneeling on both sides of the street—without command or organization, his power had achieved this effect naturally. Melusin, as always, stood by his side, curiously observing the unfamiliar city and awaiting whatever command he might issue.

Unfortunately, there are no orders.

Wu Chen simply raised his palm at will. Then, he infused it with magic and faith.

Holy Abode Technique, unfold.

Pure white light emanated from beneath his feet, and the excessive magic caused this pure white light to instantly cover every corner of King's Landing. The healing radiance spread, flowed, and surged in all directions, and many events that had not yet begun were abruptly interrupted because of his whim.

The patient who was originally going to block the road has been completely cured.

The mother who would have held her disabled infant, watching her child regain health; the homeless thugs who would have mingled in the crowd, acting on the Queen's orders to cause trouble when needed, embarrassing this revered and divine figure—suddenly felt a surge of regret and fear. They then scrambled to their knees in the middle of the road, uttering cries of repentance, revealing every insidious plan of the Queen.

The queen wasn't actually that bad; there were many exaggerated claims. Even so, among the onlookers throughout the city, they were already convinced that this was the truth.

They were abuzz with excitement, a clamor of fury. All it took was a single gesture, a glance from Wu Chen, to unleash a frenzied wave crashing against the palace, until Queen Cersei's head was ripped from her noble body.

They're not even in the queue yet.

The army of followers commanded by the Holy Maiden had caught up and easily took over the entire city's defenses. In a very short time, the city was already under Joan of Arc's control and administration.

This period of time was not long.

This was just enough time for Wu Chen to enter the palace and reach the red royal castle in the very center of King's Landing. All the royal guards were too afraid to look him in the eye, instead kneeling down in his path or scrambling to the side to hide.

It was much easier and simpler than I had expected.

But this is only to be expected.

When the final door was torn open by the psychic rope before Wu Chen, he saw the current core members of the Baratheon dynasty: important ministers of the royal council, the beautiful blonde queen, and the young king, who sat on the Iron Throne, looking uneasy yet eager.

Joffrey Baratheon.

The young king who most deserves to be called a mad king. Leaving aside the legitimacy of his rule, Wu Chen certainly didn't like him much.

I dislike him a little more than Littlefinger and Cersei because he was just a troublemaker, lacking both the talent and power to bring chaos to the entire country. And after incurring enough public wrath, he died a rather swift and decisive death.

But Wu Chen still didn't like him much, because he was blocking the way, standing in front of the wall where the dragon's skull used to hang.

Wu Chen did not visit this castle without a reason. It was because he sensed the power of a dragon within the castle.

and so……

“Can you get off from there, Joffrey Baratheon?” he said, looking toward the wall behind the little king.

The young king, however, let out an angry scream before his mother could pull him down.

"How dare you command me! How dare you command a king!"

His voice was quite loud.

Wu Chen didn't really want to argue with this dying man.

He didn't lay a hand on her, nor did he impose any punishment. He simply refrained from stopping her the instant she charged forward like a cannonball, her eyes blazing with fury.

'boom--'

(End of this chapter)